Wikipedia says:
The song of the male is often cited as being the most beautiful in North America.
It’s 7:30 am, 75 degrees, and I’m listening to a wood thrush through the open windows. It doesn’t get any better than this. Once you identify his sound, it never leaves you. There’s a characteristic 3-tone phrase in the middle of its song that sounds like a flute!
The first subsong component is often inaudible unless the listener is close, and consists of two to six short, low-pitched notes such as bup, bup, bup. The middle part is a loud phrase often written ee-oh-lay, and the third part is a ventriloquial, trill-like phrase of non-harmonic pairs of notes given rapidly and simultaneously. … The male is able to sing two notes at once, which gives its song an ethereal, flute-like quality.
Where I live, the wood thrush waits until all the robins (wood thrush and robins are related) and cardinals and blue jays and song sparrows and other early risers and singers calm down. Then in the stillness … ee-oh-lay! ee-oh-lay!
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What a beautiful bird and lovely song. I’ve seen the others you mention (robins, cardinals, etc.) in these parts but not the wood thrush. Lucky you!
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Don’t I know it! The lucky part.
Yesterday I listened to a robin. He was singing very close to the house. I could hear the crisp, melodic sound of the wood thrush in his song. I never realized what good singers robins are. Robins are so ubiquitous here that it’s easy to take them for granted.
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